Letter 42

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Dear Ardere,

Even when I am not looking at you, your image is always present in the corner of the canvas. If the world is just a painting painted by my mind, if I am asleep and all these events are just my dream, if you are just a code in the matrix, I would argue that you are the best creation I have ever witnessed in this life.

To be able to imagine a beauty like yours, my mind must have been truly blessed by the God of creation, Phanes, himself.

Cadmus, the god of writing, must have been enraged by my actions unknown to me. The words escape my mind and feelings become inexpressible. How can I say how much I love you when I do not know the words? Simply saying that I love you is an understatement which does not give justice to the overwhelming emotions I feel when I see you. The numbness in my heart, the ice, thaws off with just one smile. How can I express myself?

Your Alexithymic fool,
Asura

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